"And yet you'll never know if you are denying my pleasure or aiding it, will you?" she asks, still smiling and this time her raised hand does light upon chest, touching gently, fingertips against sweat slicked skin. And that in itself is enjoyable enough, she finds, to deny him the simple knowledge of whether or not he is upsetting her or driving her forward.

She tilts her chin up to look at him and though there is still a smile upon lips, it has softened somewhat. "Your only course of action would be to refuse to fight and we both know such thing will not happen."